SUMMER THEN

Long days Of August sun Where nature blinks and shrinks The dying grass,yellowed in sleep- Held fast as Oat grass Tinted old gold Shimmers on tall green stems; On a clear warm light of evening sun- Back-lit the Brimstone Awakens,then From each flower hovers On the drying wind of the breeze- Sun-lit.

Sitting here,I dream Those Summer days of my youth, Life was slower then - Holidays,so full of sun Time, just drifted by, Daylight lasting,oh so long - Days stretched into weeks Carefree as we ventured forth Growing up,was simpler then.

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